One for the history books.

Aria has a very yucky, painful virus. She has these sores in her throat and she doesn't want to eat or drink anything. Which is making Mommy a tad frantic.

I have coaxed, cajoled, encouraged and even forced her to drink, drink, drink.

Yesterday, I was coaxing her for the 386 time to take a sip.

"Sweetie, if you don't drink, your body will not have enough fluid in it, and you will get sicker."

"Sick like, umm, like an old pickle?"

AN OLD PICKLE?????

First of all, we aren't a huge pickle family. No offense to you die hard pickle eaters out there.  They just aren't routinely at our table.  We are more of a relish family, truth be told.

Second of all, Aria has never eaten a pickle, I am not even sure she has ever seen a pickle much less an old pickle- so WHERE IN THE WORLD that came from, I have no idea.

It is one that will go down in our family repertoire for sure.

"Feed a cold, starve a fever or you'll be sick as an old pickle."
" An apple a day keeps the old pickle away."
" I feel like an old pickle warmed over."

It has a nice ring to it. Yup, it's a keeper!

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